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Previously on Medium:

Ashley's dad invited me,
Madison, and Carla

to go skiing at his cabin
in Flagstaff next weekend.

So it would just be, uh, you
three girls and Ashley's dad?

Well, Ashley's older brother
Jamie will be there,

and I, uh, think he's bringing
a few friends, too.

How much older
is Ashley's...?

He's a senior.

You have to let me go
on that ski trip.

Why don't we talk
about this tonight

when your sisters are asleep.

And tonight what?

Your mind's made up.
Dad's mind's made up.

So just forget it.

Okay, fine.

Fine!

Honey, could you go
tell your sister

in the kitchen
that her room's ready?
What are you talking about?

She's not even home
from school yet.

Huh?

You know, it's Friday.

I bet she left school
and went on that ski trip.

Ariel?

* *

ALLISON:
Time is priceless,

yet it costs us nothing.

You can do anything
you want with it...

but own it.

(thunder crashing)

You can spend it,
but you can't keep it.

And once you've lost it,
there's no getting it back.

It's just...

gone.

(thunder crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

Did you think I wasn't gonna
come up there and get you?

Huh?

Did you honestly think that
once we realized you were gone,

that-that we were just gonna
let you stay up there?

That was the most
humiliating experience

of my entire life.
Well, I'm sorry.

The way you rang
the doorbell?

You woke everybody up
and dragged me out of there

in front of all my friends!
I hate you!
I didn't drag you.

Well, I can't do
anything about that.

We told you you couldn't go,
and you went anyway.

For no reason at all!

It was just a ski trip!

Yes, with boys!
With 18-year-old boys!

So you don't trust me!
No, I don't trust
them, Ariel.

You don't have to trust them!

You have to trust me!

I am older than you;
I've lived longer than you;

and I'd like to think that I've
acquired a little bit of wisdom

along the way that you might
not have acquired yet!

Couple years from now,
you'll be old enough,

you go out, you-you
go to college, you'll
be out of the house,

(horn honking)
you'll make your own
decisions! Until then...

Dad!

(gasps)

(pants)

(door opens)

(sighing)

(door closes)

It's your sister's
birthday tomorrow,

so when you get up
in the morning,

I don't want any
attitude, okay?

(door slams)

(exhales)

Well, how did it go?

How do you think it went?

Did you hit any rain?

What are you talking about?

We haven't had rain here
for a month.

What did she say?

She didn't say anything,
not a word.

I couldn't get her to talk
to me the whole way home.

How did we get here, Al?

I mean, how the hell
did we get here?

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JOE:
Oh, my goodness,
I think we're looking at...

at-at record-shattering
heights here.
(laughs)

Don't you feel dizzy
being up that high?

Ah, you, my dear,
are officially

five years tall!
(whoops)

Happy birthday, baby!

Can we have cake now?

Ooh,

cake for breakfast?
No, no, no.

We must save that for later.

Don't you remember?

You and your friend Lauren
are gonna have a play date.

Then when Mama gets home,

she and Daddy are gonna take
you and your friends

to the movies!
(giggles)

Where are you going?

(sighs):
Uh...

I have to go to my boss's,
do a little bit of work.

But it's Saturday.

Just be for a couple of hours.

You know what,
by the time you get here,

I'll probably already be home.

Mm!

Happy birthday, sweetie!

Mwah!

Hey, Ariel, um,
can you help your sister

with breakfast
while I talk to your dad?

Sure.

(whispers):
Hey, I'm going straight
to Mommy Hell, aren't I?

It's only
for a couple of hours,

and it's not like
you could have said no.

You'll be here for all
the important stuff.

Okay, if I'm not back
by 10:30, call Devalos,

tell him the house
is on fire.
Okay.

BRIDGETTE:
You know, you're

a lot shorter than I
was when I was five?

Bridgette!

Stop it.
What's the big deal?

You were a lot shorter
than I was when I was five.

Nuh-uh. Only
a little bit.

Marie is a lot
shorter than me.

I think it's because they broke
you before you were born.

MARIE:
Who broke me?

Bridgette, why are you
telling her things like that?

It's her birthday.

BRIDGETTE:
What? It's true.

You know it's true.
That's why she's short.

That's why she has
to wear glasses.

MARIE:
Somebody broke me?

Who broke me?

What's going on in here?

Who broke me, Daddy?

What are you
talking about?

What is she talking about?
Bridgette's
telling her

about the car accident,

the one that happened
just before she was born.

She said you broke me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
nobody broke you.

No, no, no, Mommy
was in a car accident,

and technically, you were, too,

because you were just
a little baby in Mommy's belly.

But nothing happened to you.
Nothing happened to anyone.

It was a long time ago,

when Mommy was
pregnant with you.

Really pregnant.

(laughs):
She was, like, this big.

She was driving
through an intersection,

and then a...
a car ran a red light,

and, um, actually,
it wasn't a... car.

It was a plumber's van,
a Klog King plumber's van.

And it broke me?

No, sweetie, you were fine.

At first we worried about you,
but you turned out fine.

You weren't broken.
You were a perfect little baby.

And now you're
a perfect little...
(giggling)

five-year-old girl.

(knocking)

Hello?

Mr. Devalos?

Mr. Devalos, it's Allison.

Oh. Good.

Uh, sir, I brought those files

that you wanted
to go over with me.

Wha...

(gasps)

Who are you?

Please, she has nothing
to do with this.

You came here
for me. Just...

let her go.

I asked you a question.

We work together.

Please, just...

put the gun down.

Let's... let's
talk about this.

There is nothing
to talk about.

You took five years
away from me.

Five years.

You ruined my life.

Now...

I'm gonna ruin yours.
Please...

(three gunshots)
(Allison shrieks)

(gasps)

Oh!

(Allison sobbing)

No, no, no! Please!

Please, please, please,
please don't! Please!

It's my daughter's birthday.

(gunshot)

(siren wailing in distance)

Are you... are you okay?

Can-can you hear me?

Are you okay?

I'm so sorry.
I-I thought

I could make the yellow light,
and when you pulled through,

I... I was going
too fast, and...

Oh, my God.

You're pregnant.

What are you talking about?

I hit a pregnant lady.

What day is it?

Uh, M-Monday. Why?

What-what year is it?

Are you serious?

You don't know
what year it is?

Uh, may-maybe you
should sit down.

Uh, you want me to
walk you to the curb?

Have we met before?

Have we done this before?

What do you... what do
you mean, had an accident?

Who's the president?

Of the United States?

Lady, you're scaring me.

Okay, forget that.

What-what year is this?

Uh, you-you know
the year, right?

It's 2004.

Bush is the president.

You had a bad accident.

Let me walk you
to the curb.

I'll call you an
ambulance, all right?

You are a very lucky
woman, Mrs. Dubois.

The car accident seems
to have caused no damage
at all to the baby.

But just to be safe,
I'm gonna speak to your
OB-GYN this afternoon,

ask him or her to keep
a close eye on things.

Oh, don't worry.
Everything's gonna be fine.

She's gonna be
a beautiful,
healthy baby.

Oh, I didn't realize.
You already know the sex?
Mm-hmm.

(knocking)

Hi. Are you okay?

Oh, my God.

I got here

as fast as I could.
She's fine, Mr. Dubois.

And the baby appears
to be just fine as well.

(sighs)

Thank God.

Look at you.
You're so calm.

Talked to the guy
from the body shop.

Apparently, you know,
a new windshield,

which is pretty obvious, they,

they're gonna have
to replace the door

and the front
quarter panel.

They said they got
to check the frame

before they can give
us a final estimate.

What are you
grinning about?

You've just come back
from the hospital

from a horrific accident,
Allison.

You could have been killed.

The baby could have been killed.

No, no.

Sorry.

(laughs)

What?!

Just all of this.

This car, I never thought
I'd see this car again.

And you like this.

Like what?

Younger.

Younger than what?

Allison, you're not
making any sense.

All right, I know, I know.

You're not gonna understand,
but this, uh...

(laughs)

this whole thing,
this being hit by the van,

spending time in the hospital,

you talking about
the auto body shop right now.

All of it,

it's like I've been here before.

Like, like I'm in the middle
of this big déjà vu.

Oh. What?

Honey, why do you
suddenly look so sad?

Hey, everything's gonna be fine.

Come on. Smile.

I'm sorry, but I'm not good
at this, you know?

I just... when you start talking
about all this-this stuff,

I'm not good at it.
I can't smile.

I... You could have...

you could have
died today.

I mean, when they, when
they called me on the phone,

I almost had a heart attack.

On top of that,
I'm missing work.

I mean, I don't see
the humor in this.

Where's the
humor in this?

There's no humor in this.

You mean this?

Me saying this to you right now?

This conversation,
this is déjà vu, too?

This is some sort of experience
that you've had before?

No, I've never had
this conversation before.

Good, because I'm living
my life, you know,

right now, this moment,
for the first time.

And I'm, honestly,
I'm worried about you.

I'm worried about our baby,

and I'm worried
about our other babies.

And I-I-I'm seriously wondering
if I should turn this car around

and drive you back
to the hospital

to have them look at you
a little bit more.

No, no, no.

Honey, I told you,
that is not necessary.

Everything is fine.

There's no more déjà vu.

The déjà vu is gone, okay?

Thank you.

Okay.

Now... all right.

Listen, um, I called the
university from the hospital,

and I left messages
for all your professors.

I told them that definitely
you're not coming in

till the end of the week
and maybe even longer.

Okay?

Now, promise me you're gonna
go in the house and lie down.

I'm gonna go pick up
Ariel from school

and Bridgette from
day care, okay?

If anything happens,
anything,

contractions, anything,
I got my pager,

I got my cell phone.

Honey, nothing's
gonna happen for weeks.

You don't know that.
You don't know that.

DEVALOS (over TV):
Well, it may be circumstantial,

but it's also very compelling.
(camera shutters clicking)

There's no doubt in my mind
that this jury

will find Nathan Hunsecker
guilty of murdering his wife,

none whatsoever.

REPORTER:
As I'm sure most of
our viewers are aware,

Jessamyn Hunsecker disappeared
almost six weeks ago.

Shortly after going missing,
police arrested her husband,

Nathan Hunsecker,

and charged him with murder.

My God, that's him.

(lock clicks, door opens)

ARIEL:
Mom!

Are you okay?

Dad told us what happened.

Yeah, I'm fine.

You feel okay?

I need to talk to you
for a second.

JOE:
Okay.

So, uh, in the future,

you work for
the district attorney's office.

And, uh, this guy, uh,
Hunsecker,

who he's trying
to put away right now,

he's gonna end up shooting
and killing you both,

murdering you both, uh, in
the district attorney's house.

In the future,
five years from now, yes.

In the future.

I feel like I need to warn him.

I'm sorry. Warn who?

The district attorney.

Uh-huh.

Look, I see you're having
a tough time with this.

I see that I'm upsetting you.

I'm sorry.

But maybe that's why
this is all happening.

Maybe this is why
I woke up in 2004.

You know, in the future,

I talk to you about this
kind of stuff all the time.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me
what to do.

Darling, I don't think
there's anything to do.

You don't know
the district attorney.

And more importantly,
he doesn't know you.

Mrs. Hunsecker,
you came.

Against my better judgment.

Come on.
Don't say that.
I don't know why

you need to keep
going around about this.

It's not like
there were any surprises.

I couldn't have been clearer.

This thing we had--
it was all about having fun.

And we had fun.

And we can
have more fun.

I don't think so.

Why? Because
I like you?

Because I care?

I'm married.

I'm not looking to be liked.

I'm not looking
to be cared about.

That I get at home.

You know you love me.

No.

I like you.

I've always liked you.

But I love my husband.

Just like you, love my husband.

So I need you
to look at me

and tell me
you understand it's over.

Please.
Jess.

No more calls.

No more e-mails,
or I'll tell him.

I'll tell Nate everything,
and that would be bad for me.

But we both know
that would be bad for you, too.

Okay.

I understand.

But, um, you don't have
to go right now, do you?

As a matter of fact,
I need to...

Because I-I made us a picnic.

It's the middle of the night.

Yeah, it's a...

candlelight picnic.

Candles,

tablecloth on the
ground, wine...

I'm sorry.

Please, will you just
please come, just look at it?

(chuckles)

Spent the past 45 minutes
setting it up

I mean, look at me.

You don't have
to eat anything

or drink anything.

Just please,
at least come look at it.

Okay? Don't make me
fold it up and put it away

and bring it home,
knowing you didn't even see it.

Okay.

Fine.

I'll take a look.

But then I've got to go.

Okay.
Okay.

(owl hooting)

What do you think?

I don't get it.

Where's the picnic?

I don't see any candles.

What is this?

This?

Well, this is
what you wanted.

(gasps)

This is me showing
you I understand.
No.

Please, please don't shoot me.

Please!

(gasps)

Oh, my God.

(dialing)

Hello, hi.

My name is Allison Dubois,

and I-I'm trying
to reach the district attorney.

I have some information about
the Nathan Hunsecker case,

and I was given this number.

Uh, good morning, Mrs. Dubois.

This is Officer Scanlon.

So, uh, what kind of information
are we talking about here?

Wait, I'm sorry.

Did you say Officer Scanlon,
not Detective Scanlon?

Uh, no, ma'am.

Detectives, uh...
they don't work the tip line.

Officers do.

Now, what can I do
for you today?

O-Okay.

Well, um, Officer Scanlon, uh,
I have reason to believe

that the district attorney
is prosecuting the wrong man.

Actually, I know for a fact

that Nathan Hunsecker
didn't kill his wife.

Another man did.

If you like, I can give you

a detailed description
of what this man looked like.

I can even tell you where

he buried
Jessamyn Hunsecker's body.

So wait a second.

Are you telling me
that you're a witness?

You telling me you actually saw
this murder being committed?

Well, no, no.

Not exactly.

Well, I don't understand.

How is it you know
what the real killer looks like

if you didn't actually see him
commit the murder?

And how would you know
where the body was buried

if you didn't see
someone bury it?

I'm sorry. Could you please, uh,

spell your name again
for me, ma'am?

Hello?

Ma'am, are you there?

You do understand it's a crime
to knowingly provide

false information to the police.

(beep)

JOE:
Don't you think

you ought to have
some breakfast?

It's Tuesday.
It's waffle day.

Your favorite.

Today's Tuesday?

All day.

Hey, um, how would you feel
about me borrowing your car?

I could just give the girls a
ride to-to day care and school.

And I could give you
a ride to work.

What, are you, are you feeling
well enough to go to class?

Well, I just, uh, have
a little errand I'd like to run.

(Latin music playing)

Thanks, Lucy.

ALLISON:
Excuse me, Mr.
District Attorney.

I'm sorry to disturb your lunch.

I tried to call your office,

but they wouldn't
put me through.

I have information regarding
the Nathan Hunsecker case,

information I think might help
prove his innocence.

Really?

I'm-I'm sorry.
Do... we know each other?

Have we met?

(chuckles)

Um, sit down, please.

Uh, you look like
you should be sitting down.

Um, I'm sorry.
I didn't catch your name.

(chuckles softly)

It's Dubois.

Allison Dubois.

Okay, Ms. Dubois.

Um, what is it
you wanted to tell me?

I can give you
a description

of the man who shot
Jessamyn Hunsecker.

I can even show you
where she's buried.

Well, that's quite a tip.

Uh, may I ask how
you came to know all this?

Well, it'd be simpler
if you didn't.

The important thing is
I can take you

straight to where her body is.

We can even go in the
same car, if you like.

And did you tell
the police all this?

I tried.

What was the problem?

They asked me
what you asked me.

They wanted to know
how I knew.

And what did you say?

I hung up.

Are you afraid to tell me
how you know?

If you're involved
in this crime,

I may be able to offer you some

form of arrangement,

some leniency
in return for your testimony.

I wasn't involved.

I saw it in a dream.

(chuckles)

Excuse me?

I know how this sounds,
but I have them all the time.

These dreams, I mean.
Dreams that show me things.

And they're actually
quite accurate.

So does that mean we're going?

Does that mean you want me
to show you the body?

No. This means I'm going.

But, sir, he's gonna kill you.

What did you just say?

Nathan Hunsecker.

In five years,
he's gonna come to your house

and he's gonna shoot you,
and I'm guessing it's 'cause

you convict him of a crime
he didn't commit.

Okay, miss, look, my instinct
is to turn and leave,

but I can see
you're very pregnant

and I'm concerned
about your mental health.

Are you under
someone's care?

Is there someone
I can call?

No, there's no one to call.

I just... I need you
to understand.

I see things.
Sometimes I even know things

that haven't happened yet.

And I understand that
that sounds crazy,

but believe it or not,
in a few years

you're gonna come
to depend on me.

We're gonna work together.

We're gonna be friends.

How do you think I knew
that you were gonna be here?

Because one day, years from now,
when we're friends,

you're gonna tell me
that you come here every Tuesday

for a carnita sandwich,

that they are
the best in the city,

that they remind you
of sandwiches

that your Aunt Maria
used to make

when you'd visit her
in Rosarita.

Please, sir, just, just
send someone to the entrance

of Clove Lake Park.

She's buried
in a shallow grave

right inside
the tree line.

She was shot once in the head.

JOE:
Do you know where
the extra toothbrushes are?

Hey, do you hear me?

Oh, yeah, sorry. Huh.

I'm gonna have another baby.

Here I was thinking
we were done with all this,

but now I'm about to do it
all over again.

for the fourth time.

Talk about being
the last to know.

Boy, do I feel dumb.

Here I was, I thought
I was packing your bag

for our third baby.

(chuckles)
Yeah, I noticed that.

Why are you
doing that?

Call me crazy, seeing that
your due date is tomorrow.

Do you have a preference?

Not really.

Hey, you know, you don't have
to rush to pack this bag.

Marie's late.
She's not even gonna be here

for three weeks.

We're having another girl?

(sighs)
You know what?

I forgot that we weren't gonna
find out this time.

(doorbell rings)

Well, who could that be?
It's almost 10:00 at night.

You don't know?

You know everything else!

Can I help you?

Evening, sir. We're looking
for Allison Dubois.

Uh, what is this regarding?

Our district attorney
would like to speak to her

about some information
that she passed on

regarding the Hunsecker case.
Are you Allison Dubois?

Information?
What kind of information?

Do you have any idea
what he's talking about?

I know exactly what
he's talking about.

Anyway, folks, we should
get going. It's important

that the district attorney speak
with her this evening.

As you can see,
my wife is very pregnant.

Honey, can you stay
with the kids?

I'll just run and get dressed.

Appreciate your
cooperation, ma'am.

Despite my better judgment,

I sent a team
of investigators

out to Clove Lake Park
this afternoon.

Jessamyn Hunsecker's body
was exactly where

you said it would be,

shot once in the head.

Well, you're very welcome.

(scoffs)

I didn't bring you here
to thank you, Mrs. Dubois.

You're here because
I still need you to tell me

how you knew what you knew.

Notwithstanding our conversation
earlier in the day,

I need a plausible

explanation.

I already gave you
the only explanation I have.

Were you a witness?

Were you an accessory?

I promise you. I had nothing
to do with what happened

to Jessamyn Hunsecker.

I'm sorry, but your promise
is of no value to me

and of no help to you.

I need an explanation,
a real-world explanation.

(huffs)

You should know
that when the body was exhumed

the crime scene unit believed
they found some DNA

on Miss Hunsecker's clothing.

What kind of DNA?

I'd rather not say.

Just that we suspect
that it belongs to someone

who had something to do
with Mrs. Hunsecker's death.

I'm sure that you won't mind
providing a DNA sample

of your own to the police
for comparison?

No, of course not.

That was easy.

Now if you'll just tell me

how you came to know
where the body was buried.

I already told you.

(sighs)

So your only explanation

is that it all came to you
in a dream?

It's not my only explanation.

It's the only explanation.

Well, then you leave me
no choice.

Officer, would you please
take Mrs. Dubois

to the booking desk?

Wha... what are you doing?

I'm having you placed
under arrest

for obstruction of justice.

I haven't done anything wrong.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be provided for you.

Can I please just see my wife?

She's nine months pregnant.

Your wife's
in booking now,

Mr. Dubois.
She's being processed.

In the morning,
she'll go before the judge.

In the morning?

Did you not hear the part

about her being
nine months pregnant?

Her due date
is tomorrow.

Look, I know
that she can say some...

you know, some
pretty crazy things,

but there's no way
that she killed someone.

Look, maybe she did.
Maybe she didn't.

I don't know. All I know
is she knew exactly where

Jessamyn Hunsecker's body
was buried.

And that can't be
explained by hormones.

(phone rings)
Excuse me.

Officer Scanlon.

I'm actually talking
to the husband right now.

You're kidding.

No, I'll tell him, yeah.
All right, all right.

That was the District Attorney's
office.

Looks like you'll be seeing
your wife

a lot sooner than we thought.

(buzzer buzzing)

(sighing)

Mrs. Dubois, I'm gonna
give you one last chance

to tell me how you knew

where to find Jessamyn
Hunsecker's body.

It's like I said.

It came to me in a dream.

I saw her face.

I saw the face of the man
who murdered her.

(sighing)

All right, then.

You're free to go.
Your husband's waiting for you.

I don't understand.

Are you saying
that I'm no longer under arrest?

That's exactly
what I'm saying.

The case against
Nathan Hunsecker is closed.

Well, how can that be?

That is impossible.

He didn't do it.

He didn't kill his wife.

As it happens, Mr. Hunsecker
doesn't agree with you.

I just got off the phone
with his attorney.

In exchange for reducing the
charges to second-degree murder,

Mr. Hunsecker's changing
his plea from not guilty

to guilty.

You can't take that deal.
You mustn't take that deal.

This man is innocent.
Mrs. Dubois,

in my experience, innocent men
don't typically plead guilty.

Oh, my God, Mr. District
Attorney, you're making

a big mistake.

Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not.

But let me offer you
some advice.

I think you're a deeply
disturbed woman.

I believe you need
professional help,

and for the sake of your husband
and your children,

I hope you get it.

Until then, know this:
if you ever interfere

with another
city investigation again,

I will see to it
that you are prosecuted

to the fullest extent
of the law.

I got Mrs. Richards
from across the street
to watch the girls.

I lied and told her
you thought you were
having contractions,

so I put you in a cab.

Just so when we get home,

we'll just tell her
it was a false alarm, okay?

Thanks for coming to get me.

Yeah. Can I ask
you something?

Um, that cop-- he said
that you told the police

exactly where to find
that woman's body.

How did you do that?

How did you know?

So it's a girl, huh?

Marie?

She's not coming
for another three weeks?

She's dead?

Jessamyn's dead?

I'm sorry, Nate.

They found her body
out at Clove Lake Park.

Listen, I know
this is difficult,

but I need you
to focus.

I need you to make
some tough decisions here.

We have a window
of opportunity,

but it's going
to close quickly.

I think it's time we talked
to the District Attorney

about cutting a deal.

What?
Why-why would I do that?

Why would I make a deal?

Nate...

Manuel Devalos is going
to crucify you.

You've already handed him
the cross and the nails.

You don't even know
where you were

the night Jessamyn
disappeared.

Now, this guy--
he means to win this case.

His credibility
is riding on it.

He's a ruthless
political animal.

Anybody who's ever
gone up against him
will tell you that.

He will go to any
lengths to win.

And frankly...

it wouldn't surprise me

if he had his detectives
plant evidence

on your wife's body
to incriminate you.

And then you're staring
at the death penalty.

God, I can't make a deal.

I-I didn't kill her.

Nate...

We go back a ways.

I took this case
as a favor to you.

I even waived my fee,

but if you're gonna
ignore my advice,

then I have no choice
but to recuse myself.

Fine.

Call the District Attorney's
office.

I'm sorry, Nathan, but
this really is the only way.

(gasping)

Thank you, counselor.

I appreciate your cooperation.

ALLISON:
Mr. District Attorney?

Whatever you do, don't
make a deal with this man.

Mrs. Dubois, I had hoped
that I'd seen the last of you.

I told you before,
and I'll tell you again.

Nathan Hunsecker
is innocent.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Dubois,
but you are deeply misinformed.

Nathan Hunsecker himself
just stood with me

and his attorney here
in front of the judge

and pleaded guilty
to second degree murder.

No, that can't be.

He didn't kill her.

His attorney did.
I beg your pardon?

Who are you and how dare you

level those accusations
against me?

Please,
counselor,

ignore her.

She's a public nuisance,

but I promise you
she poses no real threat.

Officer!

No, no, no, no!

He was having an affair
with his client's wife.

Please escort her
through the courthouse.
She wanted to end it,

and she threatened
to tell her husband.

That's why he killed her!

He should be the one
going to prison!

Don't do this!
You're making a big mistake!

(gasping)

Let's sit her down over here.

Oh, my...

Oh, my goodness.

Nice and easy now,
nice and easy.

It's okay. It's okay.

Go call an ambulance.

Shh, just do yourself
a favor. Sit still.

Your water broke.

(grunting):
No... No, no, no.

No, this isn't right.

No, please.

Marie isn't supposed to come
for another three weeks.

This isn't supposed
to be happening.

(sobbing)

(heart monitor beeping)

Don't try to move, Mrs. Dubois.

You're in labor and you've lost
a significant amount of blood.

Unfortunately,
your baby is in breach,

and we're going
to have to perform

an emergency
cesarean section.

We need to get
your baby out now.

I'm right here, Allison.
I'm right next to you, okay?

Everything's
going to be fine.

Fetal heartbeat's fading.

What's going on?

Let's get her prepped!

Gloves and gown.

It's gonna be okay, Allison.

It's gonna be okay.

(monitor beeping)
(Allison moans)

Joe, I'm sorry.

I screwed everything up.

It's all my fault.

Stay with me Allison, okay?
(monitor beeping)

You have to stay with me.

(distorted):
Stay with me...

(heart monitor flatlines)

(gasping)

(sighing)

You're still up?

I was sure you'd be asleep.

Yeah, I was, I mean, I guess
I was till like a minute ago.

Hey, who's the president?

What?

Just forget that question.

Is it Marie's birthday tomorrow?

Yeah, number five.

And don't think I didn't
remind Ariel of that

out in the hallway
just now.

Ariel, r-right.

You just picked her up
at her friend's ski house?

How'd that go?

How do you think it went?

She didn't say a thing.

Not a word.

I couldn't get her to talk
to me the whole way home.

I mean, how did we get here, Al?

How the hell did we get here?

(knocking)

I know you're mad.

I know you're angry.

(sighing)

But Daddy and I didn't
let you go on that weekend

with those 18-year-old boys
'cause you're not 18 yet.

But you know what?

Soon enough, you will be.

And then you're gonna be 19.

And then in a blink of an eye,
you're gonna be 40.

And the chances are that
you're gonna be sitting here

with your 16-year-old,
trying to explain to her

why she had to wait
to do something.

But... all this time
that you're choosing

to be angry at Daddy and I,
you know, it's...

It's time that you could
have spent being happy.

Time...

It's just gone.

And you never get it back.

I mean, there, there,
there's a second gone.

And you'll never have it again.

And there,
there's another one.

It's just wasted.

We wasted it just
holding on to anger.

Honey, am I making sense?

I'm not even sure
I'm making sense.

But honey, just know this:

that tomorrow when you wake up,
you're gonna be a day older,

and you're gonna be a day closer

to being old enough
to do whatever you want.

And you're gonna get that

whether you're angry
at Daddy and me or not.

It's your choice.

Just know that I love you.

What are you doing?

Setting the alarm clock
for 5:30.

What on earth for?

'Cause I don't want
to miss Marie's birthday.

What are you talking about?

Just get up at 7:00.

You'll be at your boss' by 8:00.

You'll be here in plenty
of time for Marie's birthday.

Just trust me on this.

If I'm not at Devalos'
before the sun is up,

not only am I gonna
miss Marie's birthday,

but I'm going to miss yours,

Ariel's, and Bridgette's.

(birds chirping)

Okay, okay, do you have
any idea what time it is?

Nathan Hunsecker.

Five years ago, you convicted
him of killing his wife.

Do you remember?

Yes, of course.

Good. Can I come in?

I have a story
I need to tell you.

(sirens blaring in distance)

Mr. Hunsecker?

Congratulations
on your early release.

What are you doing here?

I came here to see you.

I know that you're
extremely angry with me.

You've spent a lot
of time in prison,

and I'm betting
that you spent

some of that time
thinking about me.

Thinking about what
you might do to me

once you were released,
and I can't blame you.

I know now that you shouldn't
have spent time in prison.

I know now that you
didn't kill your wife.

I can't give you back the past
five years of your life, sir.

But if you come with me,

I believe I can give you back
your good name.

DEVALOS:
Your friend and attorney,
Michael Gilpin,

was having an affair
with your wife.

That's impossible.

He wouldn't
have done that.

I've known Mike
since college.

He was one of my groomsmen.

Mr. Hunsecker,
he wasn't just

having an affair
with your wife.

He murdered her
as well.

I don't believe you.

This morning we found Jessamyn's
body buried in Clove Lake Park.

There was evidence on the body,
a few hairs.

Preliminary tests
indicate

they're a perfect match
for Michael Gilpin.

He already confessed
to everything.

I'm sorry.

(sighing)

Four...

Five!

Ready?

One, two, three,
take your deep breath!

Make a wish!

Blow, blow!
Whoo!

(all cheering)

ALLISON:
Time is priceless,
yet it costs us nothing.

You can do anything you want
with it, but you can't own it.

You can spend it,
but you can't keep it.

And once you've lost it,

there's no getting it back.

It's just... gone.

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